[color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 1: 17:30:05
The World's End Pub
Village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia
[/b][/i][/h3][/center][/color][center][b][h3][i]Borys Skala[/i][/h3][/b][/center][hr]
[quote]”Go fuck yourself, Borys. Aren't I just lucky you're too shitfaced for me to find out if you taste better than a horse. Bastard.”[/quote]
“Probably do. I’m also more useful than one.” Borys shrugged, sharing the drink with the ginger operator. “Can carry about as much and kotlet and semechki are easier to lug around than hay.”

[quote]”Holy Shit! That crap could be used as paint thinner!”[/quote]
“We are practical in Polavia. Everything has more than one use to make up for the shortages. I tried to warn you.” Borys laughed at Rowan’s reaction to the drink, “Try the Silver Swan, it’s a lot smoother. Or the North’s Call Gin, some rich, tree-hugging hippie up north makes that in her spare time.”

The next arrival seemed to block out the Sun. “Keodis! Finally, someone with proper manners.” Borys went to help the giant stand up if he wanted the help, then joined him at the booth. “Haven’t seen you since fucking Liboli.” He spat on the ground as if the word left a bad taste in his mouth, “When you brought the sand python or whatever it was into the barracks in a shoe box. How have you been, bratan?”

And then things started moving. Or stopped moving. Both, somehow. All Borys knew was that suddenly there was the muzzle of an MP5 in his face and orders being barked. What was this, prison again?

By now he felt he could chance the 9x19 at point blank and live to tell the tale, and if he’d had his armor on the breacher would be taking hands already, but the lack of titanium plates around him would have made that a very painful ordeal at his current blood alcohol level, and the 7,62 the team leader’s G3 was chambered in also threw a spanner in the works, as if a round with that much ass behind it hit him at point blank, even the vest wouldn’t have helped him if he could stand on his own. No, this would require teamwork, thought and some good old Polavian combat creativity - sometimes known as war crimes. Good thing Sana was there so he wouldn’t have to save the situation alone, he thought to himself. Of course the seer would have a plan, and given the bottle throw, he could guess at what it was. It was likely just a matter of stalling until she could put it to work.

And stall he would.

“Whaaat? You think we’d lower ourselves to working with that debil Hairy Lipstick?” Borys said in response to Felix’ suspicion, sounding as if genuinely offended by the thought and about nine pints deeper in than he actually was..
“Shut it! Hands!” The operator holding him at gunpoint shouted.
“Hhhey, heeeey!” He turned to the man, “There’s… no need for thooose. There’s enough to go around… for everyone!” His speech was interrupted by the drunkest belch he could muster, “And why is that lovely lady aaaaall by herself? Come, join party! Barman! BARMAAAAAAA! One Polavian Nipple for the lady, you lazy kurwa! This a pub or waiting room?” He gestured wildly toward the time stopping witch, taking a wobbly step in her direction.
“Shut the fuck up and quit moving ya cunt, or I’ll stab ya!” The breacher yelled.
‘You’re welcome to try.’ Borys thought.
“Now… that’s not very nice of you! Haven’t you heard women have rights in Polavia now for some fucking reason? Let her speak for herself!” He said.
“You wanna try this, you drunken fuck?!” The operator holding Rowan up turned to aim at him, confirming his suspicion that her assault staff was the most dangerous thing in the room, likely including a transformed Felix and freeing up a few seconds for the chemical witch to act when things started going down.

When the time stop spell fell apart, the raiding team hesitated, briefly distracted by the drunken Polavian yelling unexpectedly not coming from Borys. Long enough for Borys to grab the breacher. Not to disarm him, the weapon sling was a bit of an obstacle in that. Borys simply hugged him, headbutting him in the process, trapping the MP5 between them and utilizing him as a human shield, putting him between the ruby assault staff and himself. Before long, the entire DSR commando had bigger problems than their actual targets to deal with, and Borys wouldn’t be surprised if one or two of them would die right there and then unless they had blinkout spells prepared.

[quote]"We need to leave, right now!"[/quote]
“I got it.” Borys replied, picked up his still-swearing human shield and raised him over his head like lifting a barbell before throwing him through a nearby closed window. “Go! Davai!” He called out to the team, figuring the raiding team was so confident in their ability to stop time that they hadn’t set up a proper cordon, or at least had it set up in a way that the seer thought manageable. He waited for the rest of the operators to vacate the building, grabbing a bottle of vodka before diving out of the window after them. An astute observer would note that Borys’ cigarette hasn’t left his mouth through that entire ordeal. “Hey, your friend? Real asshole, not gonna lie.” He said in Felix’ direction, only then checking what he’d grabbed.

Fucking Medilandia…